Solemn Saturday

On this solemn Saturday between Friday and Sunday, I can imagine what the family and friends of Jesus were feeling. You see, I have been there. Been in that time, the day after death. Everything is numb. It seems like it is not real. You keep hoping someone will wake you from this terrible nightmare. You aren't sure what tomorrow holds, you can hardly process what the next minute will hold. Yet, despite everything, you know there is a plan, a purpose. The friends who mourned Jesus knew what he had taught them, but in moments of darkness, was it easy to believe? Saturday, the day in the middle isn't often focused on when we hear the Easter Story. But it's a real day to me. I can imagine what His friends and family were feeling. But ... Hold on. Don't lose hope. Believe what He said. Sunday is coming! My Sunday won't come as quicky as that one did so many Easters ago, but it will come! Because His Sunday did come. Because His tomb was empty. Because He paid the penalty for my sins (and yours, and Rickey's). BECAUSE HE LIVES, I CAN FACE TOMORROW! He knew me, He knows me. He holds my future!